Foster Dog & Togo

Foster Dog reclining in mud under hedge. Lifts head on my approach. Once identity verified, she returns to snooze position. 96 degrees. Foster Dog auditioning for lead in “Hound of the Baskervilles.” Likes pipe and funny hat. Finding British accent challenging. Foster Dog fails to get part. Kept saying, “Alimentary, [read more]

Foster Dog indignant. Walk cut short due to darkness. Mandates alarms be set in future to ensure timeliness. Now patrolling for possum. Ululated. To howl or wail. As in “Foster Dog ululated constantly last night.” Not sure I would have gotten “howled” out of that. To bed early last night. [read more]

A couple of years ago, at the encouragement of a friend, I entered the world of Twitterdom. I wasn’t sure what I should tweet about, but I was intrigued by the challenge of telling a story with just 140 characters. I watched other tweeters for awhile. Some had some really [read more]

For a couple of years, I have been tweeting and facebooking about the adventures and thoughts of Zoe, the Foster Dog.  In the near future, I’m hoping to find a way to include some of that content here.  It’s just for fun.  But you’ve asked for it and I’ll see [read more]